Martin Luther King Speaks Through The Power Of The Pen

by Jacqueline Amos


I shall not render, 
the parasite poisons, shall
not dictate my fate. 
I shall climb alone if I must
, I the warrior of my fathers house.
I do all things in the 
almighty name of God.
I had a dream I have made
 it to the mountains top
I know sit with my brother Jesus.
The dead is not dead.
I had a dream 
My God I sit upon the mountain
with the highest King.


I have come as my brother Jesus
We walk hand and hand
I passed the torch to 
my brothers and sisters
that my dreams shall not be in vain.
The warriors of thy 
God the sisters and brothers
of thy God have sent 
the messenger to
law.
Glory To God

Listen to the spirit of the dead, I
Am not dead, I live upon 
my fathers palace.
Passing from death to life.
The screaming of the winds.
God how mercy man is continuing ,
to make the same mistake.
The earth opens, the thunder
 shakes the world,
Listen as I speak. I am not dead,
Killed my carcass 
but my spirit shall not die.
Listen to the ancestors screams,
Oh thy blood, Oh thy blood.
I have given thy life for a better day.
Thy shall not go under.
Oh thy Glory I Had A Dream

I have set upon the mountain top
The revival of thy God.
The revolution of the prophets
we watch upon the mountain.
Pick up the torch my children,
we await your a revival.
The price of freedom is life.

Cry not for the forsaken,
rise him to the lord,
Thou burdens upon thy earth,
the golden cup of thy words,
the silver linings of great hopes,
doves that shines upon the light,
Sing not the song of defeat.

The candles of the prophets,
light shall lead,
the lord is thy Shepard,
I shall not want.
The value of a soul.

I sit upon natures call, 
to deliver the son the child of God,
thy temple is the image 
of thy God, It shall not be tarnished,
I the holy grounds of thy Gods demands.
The scars of a warrior,
 under the banner of justice
shall be the back door, to hypocrisy,
thy body shall turn cold 
within the darkness of its war.


Thy spirit shall 
live for those ,
 who shall follow in the blood,
of thy prophesies of
 justice for all.
Let not thy words be 
sensuous slavery ,
give thee the voice 
that man shall stand ,
for the imbibing of Gods words.
 Shrines,
temples, churches, 
Bestrode upon fruitful knowledge,
Which man has defamed Gods house
tarnish and no conscious
 of what he represent..

Emotional extremist,
 pressures placed upon creations,
Castration of the battlefield within,
Crying out to be freed.
Shouting out for the inner peace.
Can you hear the bellowing sounds?
In hope of surrender.
My dream has become a reality.

Hear the screaming of the winds,
the dead are not beneath the rivers.
Those who televise a revolution,

Brothers an sisters who have
died for a revolution, 
brothers and sisters,
hide behind the revolution,
never recognizing the brothers
and sisters who have died.
The dead is not dead.

A fool has no delight 
in understanding,
when the wicked shall surface,
which comes in contempt,
and with ignominy reproach.
Better is the poor man 
that walk with integrity,
than those who perverse 
in his lips, and is a fool.
There is many devise 
within mans heart,
nevertheless the counsel
 of thy God, shall stand.

The just man walks with integrity,
his children are blessed after him.
The blood the wars that stands before,
the Oh Say Can You See.


Darkness that reveals a
 smell of rotten death.
The new world order has
 sold its self to satins demands.
Come not with the cloak 
of forgiveness,
when the trail of blood
 leads a path of the dead,
that can no longer speak for self.
Cease no longer exist to the sons,
to hear the instructions 
that caused to err,
from the words of knowledge.

Hate not thy words, 
respect thy truth,
nations upon nations,
 lets rebuild the sanctuary,
of Gods great gifts. 
Sing not the glory of the land,
but the glory of thy God, 
forget not the creator,
without him they would be no earth.

Close not thy eyes 
within the deaf ear,
for man is only here temporarily,
and by the wink of the eye, 
they shall be no earth.
Let not thy darkness 
confuse the light,
the end is near, 
open thy eyes to truth,
before it is to late.


Within the battles we shall flow,
ascending protections from thy God.
Suffering shall no longer be,
song as the national anthem song.

Thy God shall be in the front line,
the seaís shall link with thy God.
The Universe will sing the same song,
As the waters turn to blood,
and the skies to fire,
un just man shall pay 
within the battles of the skies.





Decade extensions of a 
new world order of a culture.
The sins of the family tree,
that is implemented through birth.
The psychological lynching continue ,
through the neglect of 
a people who feels,
if it dose not effect me,
 than it is not my curse.
The curse that plagues a nation ,
of people through there genes,
No protection from the system who sings,
abuse for the world to see.

Genocide within our own right hands.
Leaders who donít know how to lead.
Such a sad and 
embarrassment for mothers.
Who brings the back
 doors of a master,
who hides behind the system,
and a people who just donít give a dam.
Walking zombies who refuse,
to protect the children that 
they bring in the world.

Is it the protectors?
 are is it the people ,
who allows the system
 to destroy the babies,
without a fight are 
feeling of human order,
in a world which is 
blind to only there needs.

A house divided shall never stand.
It will begin to smell 
like rotten death.
Eyes that close to the
 needs of our children.
Prison disused as human kindness,
a death chamber of disgrace.
Continue to write,
allow the people to no ,
that suicide is 
abomination to God,
when one kills self..

The hearing ear, 
and the seeing eyes,
the lord have given both of them,
Open thy eyes before 
satin claims victory on thy flock.
Its not the greater or less,
but the abundance of a divine heart,
let not the history be told,
the world has destroyed self.

Within the history the
 world smelled of roses,
and the rivers innocence of great love,
this world order has befoul.


Martin Luther King Speaks Through The Power Of The Pen by Jacqueline Amos

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